Tag: mental health
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Mike Hotel – a poem for World Mental Health Day and Black History Month
I was diagnosed with Clinical Depression when I was 11 years old. I was then diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder aged 35 years, but really I had been living with it for many, many years. Looking back, all the signs were all there, but my friends and family just put them down to moodiness, quirkiness,…
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Battery Pack
As I sit on the top floor of my work building, back nestled against the safety door that leads to the roof, I try to ignore the pulse in my forehead, the result of a morning of pretending. Pretending is hard. It’s like turning one of those new-fangled cordless vacuum cleaners up to maximum and…
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Knots
Anxiety. It’s never a mere stomach knot. It’s like a coarse frayed entanglement of rope that’s devoured as it sinks into a molten metal mire deep deep deep inside, Fires fly and gases rise, Beastly belching bubbles that swell and explode like fireworks of fury, All the while an angry tremor bellows through the scalloped…
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Dysmorphic
It’s a dark, dark road that you venture down when you can’t even look yourself in the eye, When the words ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’ explode like landmines in your mind every time you look in the mirror, When you’d rather rip your flesh and gouge out your eyes than have to look a second more…
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Brain Storm
It’s raining inside my head. Pouring. I can feel each drop as it cascades through my mind forming translucent sheets of icy coldness, sharp as knives, that flood the echoes of my consciousness while a cackling clap of thunder drowns out every rational thought. Then a sudden bolt of lightning illuminates a cavern in the…
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The Fallen Sky
As I walk upon the fallen sky, I’m overcome with peace, The where? What? When? The who? The why? The questions finally cease. The inconsequentiality of all I’ve come to know, The insignificance of me humility bestowed! Now humbled by my fragility, And in awe of the sublime, All troubles ebb away from me; Just…
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Lost {mind dump}
I am lost. Not like the TV series… although the parallels are undeniable; I am a viewer, a mere spectator, of my life. I’m watching the confusing twists and baffling turns of the plot, trying to figure out what has led to this point, and what else is in store. I start each episode with…